Black and White and Red All Over

Manea laid out a sound strategy for taking down one of the weird horse things , and better yet it involved Alastor bringing down the stripey beast! How could he ever say no to that? Uttering a low, sinister chuckle, the dark-furred brute turned to press a kiss to his mate's cheek. "Don't get kicked then,"he warned her in jest with a flirtatious wink. "See you in a minute, sexy." Still grinning, Alastor crept away and down the side of the hill, working his way through tall patches of dry grass and around smaller slopes until he had positioned himself in wait in a patch of tall golden grass, his dark form only barely visible if viewed from on high. Then Alastor waited, keeping empty black eyes on the nearby equines while he waited for Manea to begin their fun and start the hunt.


"Alastor"